And in the deathAs the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimythoroughfareThe shutters lifted in inches in Temperance BuildingHigh on Poacher's HillAnd red, mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger CityNo more big wheels

Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of catsAnd ten thousand peoploids split into small tribesCoverting the highest of the sterile skyscrapersLike packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me AvenueRipping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmersFamily badge of sapphire and cracked emeraldAny day now The Year of the Diamond Dogs